RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Looking around earth, seeing innocent little children,
alive, vibrant and curious about everything that they
see.
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Saxophone tending to notes, gently reaching into this
mind, giving feelings of peace and serenity.

Nothing keeping me from stepping into other dimensions
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Tears falling as a sad song is being played, strumming a
guitar and singing words of a lost love.

Being heartfelt, touched by the sincerity of a great loss,
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Recognizing prospects of death as he lays his cards on
the table before me.

Knowing that he's going to take me in my sleep, no pain,
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Is this the age of reason or illogical lies and evil?

There seems to be no reasons for people to be racists,
prejudiced or hating others, it makes no sense in this
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Finding ourselves in the dead of night, wondering what
has awakened us, unable to find any reasons, logical or
otherwise to end the dilemma.
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Priming life after hours, listening to a final
song of the night at Buddy Stubbs.

Fantastic, bubbling over with total excitement,
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Life is filled with wonder and awe, giving us a map
to follow through destiny's pages.

Moving forward, taking steps into the future, heart
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Riding the freeway of my mind, wind blowing my long hair
in all directions.

Surviving the strife, only to run headlong into turmoil,
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Striking this mind, a flash of lightening with rhythm
riding on it, giving a blast of freedom and independence.

A beautiful and stringent environment that entices and
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